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Chapter 8 - The House of Cards Collapses

The chaos in the kitchen settled into a cold, systematic processing of evidence. Flashbulbs from the crime scene photography unit flashed in rapid succession, illuminating every corner of the room where the conspiracy had been hatched.

Greg was dragged out the back door in zip-tie cuffs, cursing wildly as the freezing wind whipped snow across his face. Evelyn was escorted out shortly after, her face pale, her designer silk robe dragging in the slush near the doorway as she realized her meticulously built empire of lies had vanished in a matter of seconds.

I stood by the kitchen island, looking down at the crystal whiskey glass containing the lethal synthetic paralyzing agent. An evidence technician carefully slid the glass into a sealed hazard bag, tagging it for the state forensics lab.

Captain Miller walked over to me, clapping a heavy, reassuring hand onto my shoulder.

“Well, brother,” Miller said quietly. “That’s about as clean a takedown as I’ve ever seen. The audio-video feed from Lily’s Micro-SD card was automatically backed up to our cloud server the moment your laptop connected to the hospital Wi-Fi earlier tonight. Their confessions were broadcast live to three senior magistrates. There is no plea bargain in the world that’s going to save them from decades behind bars.”

“Thank God,” I breathed out, the immense weight finally lifting from my shoulders. “How’s Lily doing?”

“Social services cleared her, and the pediatric trauma team gave her a clean bill of health emotionally and physically,” Miller smiled gently. “She’s resting in a secure room at the hospital downtown, asking when her daddy is coming back to open Christmas presents.”

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I looked down at the wrapped package sitting on the entryway table—the gift I had bought for my daughter hours before entering this nightmare.

“I’m heading there right now,” I told Miller, grabbing my military coat. “Let’s close the books on this house.”

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